restoration project
they fell from the sky
these transparent wings of mine
tattered and torn
and superfluously useful
night and day I stitched away
new leather onto old
rubbing and shining and redefining
a finer shade of gold
I hung them all alone inside
an unlit closet
wherein they stretched and glowed
and quietly repaired
imperfections I could not mend
january two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
night and day , I stitched away…. so touching inner feels…
Thank you, Jay – so happy to see you here.
Once again, superb storytelling.
Thanks – once again – for visiting and commenting D.J.
love this, John – from the title on- really good writing! K
Thank you so very much, Kathleen – so glad you enjoyed this little piece.
A lovely metaphor for transformation & change! 🙂
Thank you so much, Ms. Donovan.
Beautiful…
thank you Lael….
So very lovely 🙂
Thank you, Melanie.